Dying is a business [x4] Life is over, you are dead Family, friends are sobbing, crying Working days, that's what you had There's nothing good in early
hey you, understand quit now, start again time to shut down automatism time to let it fly when I get up, late AM I know, what I want something more than
People try to bring us down Not a chance when I'm around We're the kids, here, today The dead-end sings every day I'm in love with Oi-Oi-Oi I'm in love
Punk is still alive Punk is still alive Punk is still Punk is still Punk is still alive [Verse x5] hey what's up fellas Punk is still alive Punk is
I can hear some punkrockmusic Good vibrations in my ears Now the boring times are gone We party with the punks who are here Alcohol is in my head Everything
Broken window, graffiti on the walls Fear on peoples faces Afraid to walk the streets today To get beaten up in this insane nation Gangs on the corner
What a boring life I lead not enough sex and not enough speed and now I live on LSD a thousand pigs are chasing me LSD [x4] Taking capsules, sniffing
Wondering why it's all so boring Suicide, confusion all around No pub you feel home, no records to please you You're strangled by the crowd, there's
FREE BEER FOR THE PUNX [x100]
On a rack in a store for a discount price But the color's been changed to a black from white Though the difference will prob'ly be lost on me Anyways
sweetness that has passed through us (fresh sangria and lemon tea) The priests dressed children for a choir (white robed small voices praise him) But found no joy in what was sung The funeral
Verse One: Up early in the morning, dressed in black Don't ask why? 'Cause I'm down in a suit and tie They killed a homie that I went to school with(
have each other. Shut up, Shut up, Shut up - She's looking beautiful Shut up, Shut up, Shut up - And pharmaceutical Shut up, Shut up, Shut up - Her little dress
had a chance to break It?s so bad it?s got to be good Mysterious girl misunderstood Dressed like a wedding cake Any other day and I might play A funeral
1:] Inside my head, or inside my brain, is that part of me which keeps me sane, which helps me discern between right and wrong, and other things I'm
a chance to break It?s so bad, it?s got to be good Mysterious girl misunderstood Dressed like a wedding cake Any other day and I might play A funeral
sweetness that has passed through us (Fresh sangria and lemon tea) The priests dressed children for a choir (White-robed small voices praise him) But found no joy in what was sung The funeral
Up early in the mornin', dressed in black Don't aks why 'cause I'm down in a suit and tie They killed a homie that I went to school with I tell ya life
